I Saw My Husband With Another Woman in Denver. I Smiled and Complimented His “Friend.”

cologne—the new one he’d started wearing two months ago, the one he’d said made him feel more professional.

I gave them the sweetest smile I could manufacture, the kind of smile that requires every ounce of self-control you possess, the kind you wear when you’re choosing not to explode in a public place.

“Well, hello,” I said, my voice coming out softer continue reading …